Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uzbekistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing OOIOO to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Fluxion,
A Certain Ratio,
The Kinks,
Das Ding,
Silicon Teens,
Soulsonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Man Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wings,
DNA,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stiv Bators,
Clear Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MDC,
Sister Nancy,
Procol Harum,
Jawbox,
The Fugs,
Royal Trux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Albert Ayler,
Ornette Coleman,
Kayak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crime,
Eden Ahbez,
Section 25,
B.T. Express,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick May,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Little Man,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
Hashim,
The Doors,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Young Rascals,
Young Marble Giants,
David Bowie,
Hardrive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donald Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sound,
Marc Almond,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Terry,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.